Thursday, April 21, 2011

Buddha and the Blanco Bunnies

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Alamitos Bay

we scattered my father's cremated remainswell, some of themoff the jetty in Alamitos Baya brother played trumpet: tapswe sang "waltzing matilda"bubbles were blowntears were shedflowers were given to the bay on the inward tide

the marine layer kept things graythe cool breeze was ours for a timewe gradually turned back to the way we cameand then another day was gone

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Welcome, Children of Gomorrah

he shudders down by the riverwashes his hands and criesnothing but blood and sorrownothing but death and liesclouds don't wash away nothin'the air is still full of grimegrease is slick on the virginlove is just another crime

the fishermen found her bodyit was floating on the tideher eyes were gray as the oceanjust another place to hidethey carried her to the gardenand laid her in the groundthe prophet is missing three fingersdon't you dare make a sound

the men drank all the whiskeyand drove down to the shorelate at night is the mysterythe moon's just another whorethe father swore to vengeancethe mother slept at the gravethe preacher pointed to heaventhere was no one left to save

have you ever seen the oceanin the still at the edge of dawnthe mists rising like spiritsthey dance and then they're gonesomeone stole the daughtersomeone stole her lifesomeone dances with the devilsomeone got a bigger knife

he shudders down by the riverwashes his hands and criesnothing but blood and sorrownothing but death and liesclouds don't wash away nothin'the air is still full of grimegrease is slick on the virginlove is just another crime

Ain't No Carob Cthulhu

Tom Waits (1999): "My father-in-law was trying to get me interested in this business venture---these things called Testamints. They're these little lozenges with little crosses on them. If you're on the road, or something, and you can't worship in the way you're accustomed to, or it's during the week, you can have one of these little testamints, and it kind of gets you right in touch with your higher power. RR: Body of Christ? TW: Body of Christ. Exactly. So we just kind of took it a step further. You got your Testamints. What about your Chocolate Jesus? Melts in your mouth, not your hand. It is kind of direct. Drink this in remembrance of me. Someone might think it's blasphemous, but it's actually kind of a grassroots spirituality. RR: To say nothing of the fact that communion wafers don't taste nearly as good as chocolate. TW: They don't, really. I think they ought to send the whole thing up to Flavor Management. Why those wafers? You can go through the whole seasonal thing, where you have the clove, and apple in the autumn - communion wafers with those autumn flavors: cinnamon, clove, nutmeg, ginger. You'd bring a lot more people in. You might bring a lot more people back who've left the church." (Source: "A Q&A about Mule Variations". MSO: Rip Rense. January (?) 1999)

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Kitties in Love

Thursday, April 07, 2011

We are not retarded, we're jez really fukkin' dumb

(Dedicated to the Moronification of 'Uh-Merica)

here in the land of old gloryhere where the eagles flywe got ourselves some storiesthat fill us full of pridewe got jesus and the mosesgot lucifer and godwe ain't got no monkey peoplelawd, lawd, lawdwe ain't got no monkey peoplelawd, lawd, lawd

it's time to teach salvationdown at the public schoolthe righteous and the faithfulso awesome and so coolthere tweren't no evolutionjust mighty kingdom comewe are not retardedwe're just really fukkin' dumbwe are not retardedwe are not retardedwe are not retardedwe're just really fukkin' dumb

the jews laid out the storyof how it all begangod blew upon the waterand then came vietnamlittle baby jesusarrived beneath a starwe celebrate salvationby drinking at the barthe trooper pulls us overcuz the whiskey makes us numbwe are not retardedwe're just really fukkin' dumbwe are not retardedwe are not retardedwe are not retardedwe're just really fukkin' dumb

god made the world in seven daysno, wait, six, he took off the sabbathwe changed that to the day of the sundag burnit and goldurn nabbitwhen you're singing in the choirit's okay just to humwe are not retardedwe're just really fukkin' dumbwe are not retardedwe are not retardedwe are not retardedwe're just really fukkin' dumb

here in the land of old gloryhere where the eagles flywe got ourselves some storiesthat fill us full of pridewe got jesus and the mosesgot lucifer and godwe ain't got no monkey peoplelawd, lawd, lawdwe ain't got no monkey peoplelawd, lawd, lawd

when you're singing in the choirit's okay just to humwe are not retardedwe're just really fukkin' dumbwe are not retardedwe are not retardedwe are not retardedwe're just really fukkin' dumb